Sara had felt a pang of envy as she had watched the older woman walk across the patio. God, I wish I had an ass as pretty as hers, she had thought to ...erself as her eyes had followed Ariel across the patio."She'll go to her room and have a toke," he laughed softly as he felt Sara's hand steal down to his throbbing manhood."Wow, you are ready, aren't you?" Sara snickered, tickling his rock hardness through material of his bathing trunks."You'd better believe it," he groaned, glancing over his. .. down to business."We discussed the project and now that Amy was gone I could concentrate on the plans Tom was showing me. He had the porch that was about six feet deep and runs from the garage wall all the way across the front of the house to the end. That's about 25 feet with the door starting about nine feet from the garage wall. The walkway from the driveway does a straight shot over and then back towards the front door. The rest of the porch would have flowering plants from the walkway. ***IntroductionYou can't really say that you were saddened to hear of your uncle Lester's death. After all, the old lecherous bastard, despite his obvious distaste for you, or perhaps out of some perverse desire to annoy his own children, had left his mansion - Coldbrook Manor, in rural Maine - to you.Lots of stories about the estate have been handed down through the family - stories about it being haunted, or cursed - the kind of stories older kids in large dynastic families tell to their. Freaky, right? I was absolutely terrified, as was my husband. The government continued to tell us everything was under control, but it obviously wasn’t. Africanized rabies was spreading from its touchdown in the US in New York down to where we were, in Colorado. All efforts to contain the spread had failed, as people would smuggle infected loved ones to what they believed was safety. Then one day there was a breakthrough, not in a cure or in containment, but in the information that was.